The light rain drizzled down from the sky, sizzling upon landing on the bluestone tiles.
The once orderly residential area had now been corroded into a pitted landscape, with melted cement clogging the sewers, accumulating and solidifying under the eaves to form bizarre statues.
Chu Xiu and Chen Yuan crouched low, hiding behind one of the statues. Not far away, a squad of Horned Demon soldiers was heading towards them.
The closer one approached the black spire, the more frequent the sightings of patrol squads became. These teams moved through the spires, sealing off all roads leading to the outer world.
At this distance, the Black Death Prison resembled a towering peak that rose from the earth, radiating an inexplicable fear merely by existing.
Suddenly, a squad of Horned Demons rushed toward their position!
This was a twenty-man squad, consisting of one King Tier and nineteen General Tiers—a common formation in the Horned Demon army.
